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  man (wish death)
 50 Cent
 
 Lloyd Banks
 Man we gotta go get something  eat man
 I'm hungry  a motherfucker
 
 50 Cent
 Ay yo man, damn  taking homie so long son?
 
 Lloyd Banks
 50, calm  here he come
 
 9 Shots
 
  and 50 Cent
 Ahh, ohh, what the 
 
 50 Cent
 Ahh! son,  up! pull up!
 
 Intro
 Many men, wish death  me
 Blood in my eye dawg  I can't see
 I'm trying to be what I'm destined  be
  niggaz trying to take my life away
  put a hole in nigga for fucking with me
 My back on  wall, now you gon' see
 Better watch  you talk, when you talk about me
 Cause I'll come and take your  away
 
 Many men, many, many, many,  men
 Wish  'pon me
  I don't cry no more
 Don't look to the  no more
  mercy on me
 
 Now these pussy niggaz putting money on my 
 Go on and get your refund motherfucker, I ain't 
 I'm the diamond in the dirt, that ain't been 
 I'm  underground king and I ain't been crowned
 When I rhyme, something special happen every 
 I'm the greatest, something like Ali  his prime
 I walk the block with  bundles
 I've been knocked  the humble
 Swing the ox when  rumble
 Show your ass what  gun do
 Got a  nigga, go'head, lose your head
 Turn your back on me, get clapped and  your legs
 I walk around gun on waist, chip  my shoulder
 Till I bust  clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain't over
 
 Chorus:
 Many men, many, many,  many men
 Wish  'pon me
 Lord I don't cry  more
  look to the sky no more
 Have mercy on 
 Have  on my soul
 Somewhere my  turned cold
 Have mercy  many men
  many, many, many men
 Wish death upon 
 
 Some days wouldn't be special, if it wasn't  rain
 Joy wouldn't feel so good, if it  for pain
 Death gotta  easy, 'cause life is hard
 It'll leave you physically, mentally,  emotionally scarred
 This if for my niggaz on the block, twisting  and cigars
 For  niggaz on lock, doing life behind bars
  don't see only god can judge me, 'cause I see things clear
 Quick these crackers will give my  ass a hundred years
 I'm like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can  me the Don
 Like Malcolm by any means, with my gun  my palm
 Slim switched  on me, let niggaz ride on me
  thought we was cool, why you want me to die homie?
 
 Chorus
 
 Every night I talk  god, but he don't say nothing back
 I know  protecting me, but I still stay with my gat
 In my  niggaz keep pulling techs on me
 Psych says some bitch  put a hex on me
 The feds didn't know  when Pac got shot
 I got a kite from the pens that told me, Tuck got 
 I ain't gonna spell it out for you  all the time
 Are you illiterate nigga? You can't  between the lines
 In the bible it  what goes around, comes around
 Almost shot me, three weeks later he  shot down
 Now it's clear that I'm  for a real reason
 'Cause he got hit like I  hit, but he ain't fucking breathing
 
 Chorus